Inappropriate Act

A few moments after Prime enveloped the capital with an invisible barrier, Zenesha immediately sensed it. Her eyes opened, icy blue eyes glistening with the moonlight. She didn't say anything and raised her head, looking at the big moon, which was always a full moon.

It sometimes looked bigger but sometimes seemed too far away for everyone's grasp, but its presence never diminished once.

She processed what happened. Only a few seconds later, unbeknownst to the personal attendants behind her, a smirk that was unlikely to appear on their gentle and kind Wolf Queen curled on her lips.

Damn, I've been waiting for this day. She almost laughed out loud, being liberated sure was the best feeling. Zenesha looked at her hands and clasped and unclasped them over and over again, smiling after she was satisfied.

Even if it was temporary until she succeeded in the moon ceremony, this was enough. Zenesha could now use this body even when she was in the middle of an act, all day and night!

As the barrier from Prime rose, the influence of the Spirit Shackles on her soul loosened significantly, and the moonlight elements she merged within her overwhelmed the shackles in an instant to become the dominant ones in her soul!

Now, she knew why Prime told her that she needed to initially control the Spirit Shackles, or even with the barrier, Zenesha would still be in control of the Spirit Shackles albeit weaker.

Now, she could plan more effectively for what she would do. And that included... taking some of the debt of torment from some people during the past few months.

Thinking of this, Zenesha turned her head slightly and looked behind her, where the attendants stood; her gaze landed first on Anika. The woman felt her gaze and subconsciously made eye contact with her.

Zenesha smiled at her, but it was devoid of the gentleness of her usual smile, despite appearing the same. And in a matter of seconds, Anika lowered her head and slightly shrank her neck, fidgeting when an unusual chill crept within her. And yet her back became damp with her cold sweat, not knowing the reason she was frightened to this extent.

The smile on Zenesha's lips widened after seeing Anika's reaction. Her eyes narrowed into a slit, and her shimmering blue eyes seemed to flash with an evil glint.

With malicious intentions written on her face, she thought, signing a contract with Prime wasn't that bad after all.

Although she was now Prime's dragon slave because of their contract, Zenesha still didn't let herself be taken advantage of. She bargained until she could finally know Prime's bottom line, which she found out... he had none!

She couldn't help but recall what happened in the assembly hall as they were about to sign the contract. She removed her reluctance and went through with it.

"But, I must raise some concerns and conditions." Zenesha blurted it out in the middle of it; she pursed her lips and somehow was scared to look at Prime, who might be offended.

However, Prime was still so casual.

"What is it?" He grinned and motioned for her to continue, waiting for what she had to say.

Zenesha swallowed; she hated that she was too frightened of Prime at the moment. Who could she blame? This dragon was so damn powerful that if she happened to trigger his inverse scales, she would be killed first by this dragon before her impending destined demise.

She clenched her teeth while grasping her hand tightly, forced herself to act confident, and straightened in her seat while raising her head to meet Prime's interested gaze.

"I can be a slave, but... you are not allowed to order me to do something I don't want to do. Such as..." Zenesha trailed off, forcing herself to continue after Prime arched a brow. She thought he would object immediately, but he didn't say anything, maintaining his casual expression as he listened.

Zenesha swallowed yet again, composing herself. She could fucking do it! She was a notorious assassin, for fuck's sake! Well, that really had nothing to do with the situation, but at least it could give her the impression that she was also powerful before, she didn't need to be afraid!

"Such as... performing inappropriate acts that—"

"What kind of inappropriate acts?" Prime teasingly interrupted, a smirk playing on his lips, "Can you be clear?"

Zenesha paused, her mouth still parted after being interrupted. She tilted her head slightly, processing what he was saying since her mind was only focused on calming herself to say what was on her mind earlier.

After being recovered, as he looked at Prime's face, which had a playful expression, she got what he was saying. Her mouth closed before opening again; no words came out, but her cheeks flushed slightly.

Being eyed like that by Prime, what could she do about it? Fuck him!

She blinked and buried her nails in the skin of her palm to wake her up from Prime's attractive spell.

"Of course, those inappropriate acts of pleasure for your satisfaction. I'm going to be your slave but within the limits of ensuring that my dignity is not trampled on." Zenesha finally held herself and found her confidence, the nervousness faded as she told her bottom line. "If I will be used and taken advantage of in ways that are not necessary for us to find what you want, I might as well let fate kill me. I won't run anymore."

Her words were quick to leave her lips, yet they were still clear and even had conviction. As soon as she finished, Zenesha was almost exhausted; most of her energy was consumed in a matter of seconds as she spoke.

She admit that the intimidation that Prime's gaze and presence were too much for her to bear. Now that her adrenaline rush and emotions that aid her confidence were gradually fading away, she recalled once more that the man before wasn't just anyone that she could negotiate with!

When she was getting nervous again, to her surprise, Prime only chuckled, and the luster of his golden pupils seemed to become brighter and deeper.

Zenesha was dumbfounded that Prime seemed to not care about what she said or her attitude. He also appeared not to have any objections either.

"Very well," he nodded his head, "I'll promise that unless you permit me to, I won't do any "inappropriate act of pleasure' to you," Prime emphasized the words that came from Zenesha, his lips arching in a despicable, almost demonic smirk.

Zenesha was almost drawn again by that smile, but fortunately, she happened to focus on what he just said. Instead of being attracted, veins seemed to manifest in her temple in irritation.

"Who said there was a day I'd permit you to?" She grumbled, almost roaring if not for the fact that she was rational enough not to scream in front of this dangerous man.

"You'll never know," Prime chuckled, his eyes bright with amusement. and his laughter soon reverberated as Zenesha couldn't help but glare at him, on the verge of shouting in anger if he didn't stop.

"You wish!" Zenesha, who lost control for a moment, shouted.